The sheep kicked up its heels and bolted. The little REBEL looked to make a BRISK getaway to the garden patch where shoots of green still poked through the snow. Excited by the activity, the rest of the flock trotted after like a BROOD of baby chicks following a mother hen. Fortunately, the farm dog saw what was up and with a display of brains not BRAWN, cleverly drove them back to safety.

Georg’ann

Your WHEAT toned hair falls
across your cheek as you read.
Room AGLOW with morning light.
Table strewn with Sunday fare.
Newspapers mingle with jam jar
and butter dish, coffee mugs.
In the center, rising from detritus
a BAWDY red and white amaryllis
in full bloom. BRAWN required
of her long green stalk to hold
four trumpet blossoms heralding
glad tidings in all directions.

Heather